The Slytherin common room buzzed with the chaos of the early morning. Students darted back and forth like they'd never seen a book before, throwing on ties that looked like they'd been slept in and muttering about last-minute essays. I was crouched next to Adel, who was digging through her bag like she was trying to pack for a year-long expedition.

"You're not going to need all of these," I said, yanking out a few extra rolls of parchment. "Just bring the essentials. Potions is all about precision, not hauling an entire library to class."

Adel groaned but let me take over. "What if I forget something important?"

"You won't," I reassured her, giving her arm a nudge. "And even if you do, Snape won't eat you alive. He'll just make you feel like you're personally responsible for every cauldron disaster in the room."

She let out a little laugh, then sighed. "Alright, alright. Let's go before we get stuck at the back of the library."

At that moment, Adrian and Miles were lounging on the green velvet couch, laughing loud enough for half the common room to hear.

"Potions isn't that bad," Miles was saying. "Unless, of course, you're Adrian, who once turned his into something that smelled like wet socks."

Adrian shot him a dirty look. "Better than your exploding cauldron last year."

"That was an experiment," Miles said seriously, as if that was the best defense ever. "A very successful one, thank you."

I rolled my eyes and stood, helping Adel up. "If you two are done embarrassing yourselves, we're going to the library."

The library was packed—just like every other place in the school this time of year—but somehow, our usual table in the back had been preserved. Books, parchment, and quills were strewn everywhere as the group settled into their makeshift battlefield.

"Alright," Adrian said, taking charge like he always did, "we've got too much to cover in too little time. Pair off and get to work."

Adrian and Miles, being fifth years, took over the advanced Charms work, exchanging not-so-friendly banter. Meanwhile, Adel was determined to keep up, sitting next to me and scribbling down notes like she was writing the next best-selling novel.

Theo leaned over to whisper something to Enzo, who snorted. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Care to share with the rest of us?"

Theo just smirked. "Just admiring how serious everyone looks. Never thought I'd see the day."

Daphne didn't even glance up from her Transfiguration book. "Some of us actually care about passing."

"You mean like Blaise?" Enzo quipped, pointing to Blaise, who was scribbling so fast I thought he might burn the paper.

Blaise didn't even look up. "Some of us are prepared to succeed."

"Some of us are insufferable," Theo muttered, and of course, Enzo snickered.

Soon enough, paper balls started flying, Theo being the instigator. Daphne retaliated with surprising accuracy, hitting him right in the forehead. Draco joined in, and before long, the table was a battlefield of crumpled parchment.

"Enough!" Madam Pince's shrill voice cut through the chaos. The entire group froze as she glared at us from across the room. "This is a library, not a playground!"

"Sorry, Madam Pince," we all chorused, but the grin we were holding back was impossible to suppress.

Adrian shot Theo a pointed look. "Happy now?"

"Ecstatic," Theo shot back, tossing one last paper ball at Enzo.

After all the madness, I couldn't help but sneak a glance at Miles. He was lounging in his chair, that irresistible grin stretched across his face like he'd just won the lottery. His eyes were locked on me, and it made my heart do that weird flip thing I still couldn't quite control. He looked at me like I was the only person in the room, like nothing else mattered. And yeah, it was cheesy as hell, but I couldn't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "What?" I asked, trying not to sound too affected by his gaze.

"Want to take a break?" he asked, his voice smooth as velvet, practically dripping with charm. His mischievous grin widened. "I was thinking I could give you a break from all the hard work... and from looking at that pile of boring books."

"Oh, really?" I said, rolling my eyes but smiling despite myself. "What, are you going to distract me with your dazzling personality?"

"Absolutely," he replied, standing up with a dramatic flair and sweeping his hand toward the door like he was about to lead me on some grand adventure. "Your wish is my command."

"Sure," I said, laughing a little as I stood up. "Before you get us kicked out for being 'too distracting,'" I added, trying to act like I wasn't already excited for whatever was about to happen.

The second we were out of the library, Miles wasted no time. He slid closer, brushing his hand against mine before grabbing it firmly. His fingers were warm, sending little sparks up my arm, and I tried not to blush as he led me through the halls like he was on a mission. And honestly? He was. A mission to make me fall harder than I already had.

We reached the Astronomy Tower, and the moment we stepped onto the balcony, the cool air hit me. But it wasn't enough to cool off the heat that had started building in my chest the second I'd looked at him.

"This is nice," I said, leaning against the railing, trying to act casual like my heart wasn't racing.

He stepped closer, his body practically radiating warmth, and wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Thought you could use a break from all that stress," he murmured against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You've been working too hard."

I tilted my head back to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "You've been planning this, haven't you?"

"I mean, I had a few ideas..." he said, a grin spreading across his face like he was about to tell me a joke I'd never forget. "But mostly, I just wanted to see that cute little blush on your face when I kissed you."

Before I could even protest or say something that would ruin the moment, he leaned down and kissed me, shutting me up the best way possible. His lips were soft and insistent, like he had all the time in the world to make me forget everything but him. And when he pulled away, I swear I saw stars.

"Did you just..." I trailed off, still too dazed to finish the sentence.

"Shush," he said, cutting me off with another quick kiss, his lips lingering on mine a moment longer than necessary. "You talk too much, you know that?"

I laughed softly, resting my forehead against his, the world slowing down around us. "You're terrible."

"Terribly good for you," he corrected, his voice all low and flirty. "You know, they say when you're with the right person, time just... stops. And I think this is one of those times."

I blushed harder, trying to hide my face in his chest. "That was so cheesy."

"I know," he said with a cocky smile. "But you love it."

"Maybe," I muttered, but I didn't pull away. In fact, I kind of wanted to stay like this forever, just tangled up in his arms, because honestly, who wouldn't want to be in the arms of the guy who made cheesy lines sound like poetry?

We lingered there, the night stretching on forever, before I finally pulled away reluctantly. "We should go back before someone thinks we've run off," I said, still grinning.

"Why go back when I could just keep you here forever?" Miles teased, pulling me in for another kiss. "You know, I could be convinced to skip exams."

"Yeah, sure," I said with a laugh, rolling my eyes, but I didn't pull away. "And I'm sure Madam Pince would love that."

"Just one more kiss?" he asked, his voice so sincere it made my heart melt.

"Alright, just one," I said, and before I could finish the sentence, his lips were on mine again, and I didn't want to do anything else but kiss him until I couldn't remember my own name.

"You know," he said quietly, his voice suddenly serious, "I don't think I've told you something important."

I pulled back just enough to glance up at him, my heart racing in my chest. "What's that?"

He met my gaze, his eyes soft but intense, like he meant every word. "I love you, Ariana."

For a second, I just stood there, caught in the sudden rush of emotions that hit me like a freight train. He loves me. My brain couldn't quite process it, and my mouth went dry. I blinked a few times, trying to figure out how to respond. I wasn't even sure if I was ready for this, but at the same time, it felt right, like maybe I'd been waiting for this moment without even realizing it.

But when I looked up at him again, I saw it in his eyes, the same vulnerability, the same longing that I felt bubbling up in my chest. I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my ears.

And then it hit me. I love him too. The words were like a breath I'd been holding in for far too long. I wasn't sure how it happened, when it happened, but it was true. I loved him.

"Miles..." I breathed, not knowing what else to say, my voice catching in my throat.

Before I could finish, his lips were on mine again, silencing anything I might have said. This time, the kiss was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of it. I let myself get lost in the warmth of him, in the way his hands gently cupped my face, in the way he kissed me like he didn't ever want to let me go. I kissed him back just as fiercely, as though it was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

He pulled away, just barely, enough to look at me with a smirk on his face. "You know," he said between kisses, "I'm really starting to like this whole 'being in love with you' thing."

I couldn't help but smile, my cheeks burning as I looked up at him, but before I could say anything, he kissed me again, this time a little harder, more passionate. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to pull away, gasping for air.

"Wait, wait—" I tried to say, but Miles wasn't having it. He cupped my jaw, his lips trailing down to my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

"You don't get to leave just yet," he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he kissed along my jawline, making my heart race faster with each press of his lips. "I'm not done with you, Ariana."

I let out a shaky breath, my hands gripping his shirt as he continued to shower me with kisses, each one stealing more of my breath away. "Miles," I whispered, trying to pull away again, but he only pulled me closer.

"Nope, not letting you go," he said, his voice laced with determination. "You've got to stay with me a little longer."

"I—" My words dissolved into another kiss, my mind spinning as he kissed me senseless, his hands roaming to my back, pulling me closer like he was trying to fuse us together. Every kiss felt like an eternity, and yet I couldn't get enough. I could hardly think straight, barely remembering how to breathe between the stolen kisses.

He pulled away again, but this time, his lips just brushed against mine, teasing me. "Not leaving yet, remember?"

I didn't even know if I could leave if I tried. "You're crazy," I said, but I was laughing, breathless and out of sorts, feeling more alive in that moment than I'd ever felt before.

"Maybe," he whispered, his lips finally moving to my forehead, then back to my lips. "But I think you might be a little crazy too, if you're still here with me."

I chuckled softly, feeling the heat rise in my chest again, knowing it was more than just the kiss. It was us. "I think you're right," I murmured against his lips, before giving in once again.

We kissed again, slow and deep, and this time, I didn't want to think about anything else. He was mine, and I was his, and nothing else seemed to matter.

And when he finally pulled away, both of us out of breath and grinning like idiots, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and whispered, "I'm not letting you go for a while, okay?"

I smiled, my heart full of all the feelings I couldn't even begin to explain. "Okay," I whispered back, knowing, in that moment, that I never wanted to leave.

As he kissed me again, his lips brushing mine with such intensity that my thoughts scattered, he pulled away with a grin that could melt anyone's heart. "You know," he said, voice hushed and teasing, "I didn't know magic could be this powerful. But then again, I've never kissed someone as enchanting as you."

I blinked, my cheeks flushing. "Is that supposed to be a compliment, or are you just trying to make me blush?"

"Both," he whispered, leaning in close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin. "But mostly, I just wanted to see that beautiful blush. You make my heart race faster than a broomstick on a Quidditch field."

I laughed, trying to hide the grin that was spreading across my face. "You really are something, you know that?"

"I'm serious, Ariana." His voice dropped even lower, making my stomach do flips. "If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress a laugh. "Did you seriously just pull that one out?"

"You bet I did," he replied with a wink. "And I'll keep pulling out cheesy lines as long as I'm kissing you. Honestly, though, if I had a Galleon for every time I thought about you, I'd be richer than Malfoy."

I couldn't help but laugh again, my heart fluttering. "You're so ridiculous."

"I know," he said, leaning in with that irresistible smile, brushing his lips against mine once more, soft and slow, like he was savoring every second. "But I think you love it."

"Maybe," I muttered, and before I could finish, he cut me off with another kiss, leaving me breathless and grinning.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against mine, his hands still firmly on my waist, keeping me close. "Are you tired?" he asked, his voice suddenly soft and sincere. "Because I can't stop kissing you... and I think I'm gonna wear you out before the night's over."

"I'm not tired yet," I said with a grin, my voice low and teasing, "but you're gonna have to try harder to make me fall asleep after all this."

"Challenge accepted," he said with a wink, his lips returning to mine, as if he planned to kiss me until the whole castle went quiet, until nothing existed but the two of us, tangled up in the chaos of our own little world.

"Ugh, you're so cheesy," I said between kisses, but it didn't stop me from getting lost in the moment. In that moment, I didn't want him to stop, not ever.

oh I feel bad that this isn't Miles' love story he loves her guy *sigh* Love him. And yes I now some of you don't like him but I do.... Yeah 

-Love your favourite Mexican Latina V